Nostalgia? Not.

They told me that one day, in envy, I would look back

On the days of school, hot summers on the grass

I’m yet to see that nostalgic glow,

Rather there exists a reddish hue

Tinged by blood, washed down by tears

The place so deep rooted within my fears

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